Arriving at the bottom of the library museum, Hong Fan led Chen Ang to hide in an alley on the side. He was just about to climb up when Chen Ang stopped him.
"This old curator isn't that simple. According to the information I received, he was able to open such a large museum in a backward and chaotic colonial country like Cairo not just because of his official status. In fact, everyone in Cairo knows that this museum is not to be messed with, so no one dares to do anything to it even though it's filled with ancient Egyptian relics. "
"It's the mausoleum guards who took care of the trouble!" Hong Fan felt that this was normal. The mausoleum guards certainly wouldn't rely on armed forces to conquer the world like in the original plot. In fact, as the deep-rooted local bullies here, their power was astonishing.
A facade like a museum would certainly not be harassed by those lowly hooligans.
"But in some cases, the mausoleum guards can't help much. A few years ago, a group of roving bandits planned to loot this place overnight. They planned to do this and then go far away. Naturally, they wouldn't be afraid of anything. But after they snuck in, they disappeared in this museum, and at that time, only the old curator was inside. "Chen Ang revealed a piece of information that he confirmed.
Hong Fan also noticed the information contained in this information, and his expression changed. "You mean, this old curator's idea is troublesome?"
Chen Ang and Hong Fan looked at each other, and they both had a plan in mind. Hong Fan said, "Since there is magic in the mummy world, there will naturally be a world view that fits it. When we did Fan Xinhai's mission, we knew that if there is supernatural power in the current mission world, then the relationship between the plot characters we come into contact with will not be as simple as in the movies."
"Especially when we meet a small noble who has the bloodline of a knight, and when we meet someone from the Vatican, he knows magic. Since Imoden knows magic and magic, as the power left behind by the pharaoh to prevent his resurrection, it would be strange if he didn't have supernatural inheritance. "Hong Fan already understood what Chen Ang meant and nodded.
Hong Fan stuck to the outer wall of the museum. His fingertips that were clinging to the edge of the wall exerted some force, and he easily leaped over the top of the wall. His footsteps were as light and silent as a cat's. Chen Ang looked at his back, and there was a thoughtful look in his eyes. "This technique is the assassin's footsteps from the assassin's creed. Falling from a high place won't cause too much damage, and there won't be any footsteps when moving stealthily. "
Hong Fan wasn't wearing his classic hoodie, but from his attire, it could still be seen that he was an agile type of attack that could deal a lot of damage when necessary.
Although the soft armor increased the load, it also greatly increased his defense, which meant that he often had to engage in close combat with his enemies. The excellent design allowed the soft armor to minimize the impact on his body's agility. It could be seen that he relied on his dexterity and agility to fight. The footsteps that he revealed when he moved also showed that he had good frontal combat ability.
All in all, the fighting style of an assassin was close to that of a swordsman. He was good at stealth combat, and in frontal combat, he relied on his footsteps and agility to avoid damage.
Hong Fan still didn't know that Chen Ang could see so much from his attire. He quietly went to the window sill of the museum area, and with a light flick of the dagger in his right hand, he opened the window and flipped over. Chen Ang watched him enter the museum area, and he also pressed lightly on the stone wall. Like a nimble swallow, he attached himself to the eaves.
Using his right hand, he absorbed the sound of the window opening and closing into his palm, and Chen Ang snuck into the museum from the second floor.
With Hong Fan's agility, Chen Ang easily locked onto the curator's position. He hid in the shadows and observed everything. The curator's office was not small, and there was only one entrance and exit. The windows were tightly shut, and the room was brightly lit. It did not give people like Hong Fan the slightest chance to sneak in.
Seeing this, Chen Ang sighed inwardly. He knew all too well what kind of fighting style a professional like Hong Fan would use.
Sure enough, with a soft sound of metal knocking, the curator, who was writing on the desk, suddenly became alert. He shouted, "Evelyn?" No one in the exhibition hall answered. The curator muttered to himself, "Evelyn should be sleeping! It's almost dawn now. It can't be those thieves again, can it? "
The curator picked up the hardwood walking stick beside him and cautiously snuck out of the room.
Hong Fan's shadow slowly fell behind the curator. His footsteps were abnormally agile, and when he was still, he seemed to blend in with his surroundings. Chen Ang recognized that Hong Fan had at least three sneak skills, and had learned an additional skill called Chameleon. When he attacked, his attack was as fast as lightning, and he used the dagger hilt to hit the back of the curator's head.
Stun: Stun the enemy so that they can't participate in combat for a while.
But Hong Fan was still too careless. Chen Ang had never neglected the lapis lazuli eyes of the eagle statue beside him. When the curator picked up his walking stick, a thin layer of light appeared on the surface of its gemstone eyes.
The dog-headed warrior stone statues standing beside him suddenly moved. They held spears and crossed to block Hong Fan's path of attack. The curator hurriedly ran a few steps to the front of a clay urn. He grabbed a handful of spice powder with his left hand and took out a papyrus book with his right hand. He shook it open and read, "Awaken the Sleepers! Protect your master! "
As he spoke, he sprinkled the spice powder on the mummies in the coffins beside him. Suddenly, the eyes of the two stone statues, which were inlaid with obsidian, lit up with blue flames. As they became more agile, so did their intelligence in dealing with enemies.
Hong Fan's right palm struck out with a thunderous boom, breaking the giant stone statue's arm and dropping it to the ground. But the curator was getting further and further away from him. In the sarcophagus between them, two withered mummies struggled to climb out. The salt-stained linen bandages were very tough, and Hong Fan's dagger couldn't do any damage to them.
The old curator dragged his body as he ran, constantly summoning flies and locusts to attack Hong Fan's eyes. Finally, he steeled his heart and pushed a withered crocodile mummy to the ground. He used a spell to summon a small gust of yellow sand to block Hong Fan's vision. Escorted by another mummy, he fled out the door.
When the curator took the opportunity to run out the door with the mummy, he saw someone blocking his way.
"Go and kill them!" The curator hurriedly pointed at the mummy.
With a shattering sound, the curator's papyrus was shattered by a bullet. He turned around and used the curator's body to block the mummy's path of attack. Chen Ang calmly pulled the trigger so that the curator could hear the sound clearly. Without a word, the curator obediently raised his hand. By the time Hong Fan escaped the harassment and rushed out of the museum, Chen Ang was already collecting the curator's amulets.
Chen Ang deftly removed the animal tooth necklace, a scarab specimen, a bronze dog statue, and a golden cobra bracelet from the curator's neck.
"Hey!" The curator stopped him. "Don't touch that, okay? That's a gift from my daughter. "
Chen Ang waved the intricately crafted cobra bracelet in front of the curator, letting him see the distinct tiny scales on it. Then he asked, "Your daughter gave you a poisonous snake amulet as a gift?" He used two fingers to break the head of the cobra bracelet, letting the curator see the blue venom inside.
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